It was a glorious day at the coffee shop. I had just discovered the last remaining bottle of pineapple-strawberry-orange juice smoothy they had and was ecstatic. I rejoiced, the sun shone bright, today was a good day.

But then.. I reached into my pocket and found nothing but lint and my punch card from "Lady Armor Emporium". My mood sank, a single tear began to well up in my eye.

THEN. The sky darkened, the sun's radiance dipped to a murky orange haze, and out of the sickly shadows came the Dark Lord Zileas. With a deal.

"Take this.. my feathered friend.. I will buy you your juice so that your plumage may remain lush. No strings attached, I promise. All I ask is that you repay me within 5 days hence."

I eyed him suspiciously. Looked at the dewy bottle placed on the counter, the barista enthralled with the sight before him, captivated with fear. The Dark Lord may very well take him to the shadows if I could not defuse the situation. Concerned for the young man's very heart I took the money, it's inscriptions, different than any currency I had ever seen, glowed with unholy runes. I questioned it's validity, but handed it over to the clerk nonetheless. To my surprise, it was accepted.

"Enjoy your drink, Parrot Face! You will need it to quench your thirst as these anti-fun chains will hinder your movement in your quest to reach the cash machine across the plaza! Good luck getting me that $10 back by Friday! Muahahahaha!"

He then vanished. The light slowly seeped back in, showing the chains having cooled around my limbs. I trudged forward, but it is indeed true. These chains, these unearthly bonds make me slow. I write this from the courtyard, having stopped to rest at one of the benches.

Day one of my trek to the ATM is nearly over, I must find shelter from the dark encroaching. though pleasant, Southern California night, before I set out at dawn to walk the few feet I can manage, slowed to a snail's pace.

It was a glorious day at the coffee shop. I had just discovered the last remaining bottle of pineapple-strawberry-orange juice smoothy they had and was ecstatic. I rejoiced, the sun shone bright, today was a good day.

But then.. I reached into my pocket and found nothing but lint and my punch card from "Lady Armor Emporium". My mood sank, a single tear began to well up in my eye.

THEN. The sky darkened, the sun's radiance dipped to a murky orange haze, and out of the sickly shadows came the Dark Lord Zileas. With a deal.

"Take this.. my feathered friend.. I will buy you your juice so that your plumage may remain lush. No strings attached, I promise. All I ask is that you repay me within 5 days hence."

I eyed him suspiciously. Looked at the dewy bottle placed on the counter, the barista enthralled with the sight before him, captivated with fear. The Dark Lord may very well take him to the shadows if I could not defuse the situation. Concerned for the young man's very heart I took the money, it's inscriptions, different than any currency I had ever seen, glowed with unholy runes. I questioned it's validity, but handed it over to the clerk nonetheless. To my surprise, it was accepted.

"Enjoy your drink, Parrot Face! You will need it to quench your thirst as these anti-fun chains will hinder your movement in your quest to reach the cash machine across the plaza! Good luck getting me that $10 back by Friday! Muahahahaha!"

He then vanished. The light slowly seeped back in, showing the chains having cooled around my limbs. I trudged forward, but it is indeed true. These chains, these unearthly bonds make me slow. I write this from the courtyard, having stopped to rest at one of the benches.

Day one of my trek to the ATM is nearly over, I must find shelter from the dark encroaching. though pleasant, Southern California night, before I set out at dawn to walk the few feet I can manage, slowed to a snail's pace.

today was a good day, it was a glorious day at the coffee shop. I had just discovered the last remaining bottle of pineapple-strawberry-orange juice smoothy they had and was ecstatic. I rejoiced, the sun shone bright.

It was a glorious day at the coffee shop. I had just discovered the last remaining bottle of pineapple-strawberry-orange juice smoothy they had and was ecstatic. I rejoiced, the sun shone bright, today was a good day.

But then.. I reached into my pocket and found nothing but lint and my punch card from "Lady Armor Emporium". My mood sank, a single tear began to well up in my eye.

THEN. The sky darkened, the sun's radiance dipped to a murky orange haze, and out of the sickly shadows came the Dark Lord Zileas. With a deal.

"Take this.. my feathered friend.. I will buy you your juice so that your plumage may remain lush. No strings attached, I promise. All I ask is that you repay me within 5 days hence."

I eyed him suspiciously. Looked at the dewy bottle placed on the counter, the barista enthralled with the sight before him, captivated with fear. The Dark Lord may very well take him to the shadows if I could not defuse the situation. Concerned for the young man's very heart I took the money, it's inscriptions, different than any currency I had ever seen, glowed with unholy runes. I questioned it's validity, but handed it over to the clerk nonetheless. To my surprise, it was accepted.

"Enjoy your drink, Parrot Face! You will need it to quench your thirst as these anti-fun chains will hinder your movement in your quest to reach the cash machine across the plaza! Good luck getting me that $10 back by Friday! Muahahahaha!"

He then vanished. The light slowly seeped back in, showing the chains having cooled around my limbs. I trudged forward, but it is indeed true. These chains, these unearthly bonds make me slow. I write this from the courtyard, having stopped to rest at one of the benches.

Day one of my trek to the ATM is nearly over, I must find shelter from the dark encroaching. though pleasant, Southern California night, before I set out at dawn to walk the few feet I can manage, slowed to a snail's pace.

Wish me luck!

Leona is overpowered but I've been told that when the balance team comes forth with nerfs you make sure they don't see the light of day. That's way more shocking than you owing 10 bucks tbh.